Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1887-12-05
ave a deed Of them in our possession.

have q deed OF them IN our Possession.
like to see n man all full Of heaven.
he talks heaven He sings heaven. He
prays heaven. He dreams heaven. Some
OF Us in our sleep have had the good place
open to US. We saw the pinnacles in the
sky. We heard the click Of the boots Of
the white horses on which victors rode,
and the clappipg of the eymbals Of eternal
triumph And while in our sleep We
were glad that sll oar sorrows were over,
aud burdens done with, the throne of God
grew whittier, whittier and whittier, till we
opened our eyes snd saw that it was only
the sun Of the earthly morning shining on
our pillow. To have a right heart you
need TO be filled with this expectancy. 1t
would make your priraticns and annoy
ances mole bearable.
In the midst OF the city Of Paris stands,
or did stand, a statue Of the good, but
broken-hearted Josephine. never iuag-
ined that marble could be smitten into
such tenderness. II seems not lifeless. IL
the spirit of Josephine be disentabetnscled
the soul of the Empress has taken
POSSESSION OF THIS rIGrRE.
am not yet satisfied that il is stone. The
puff of the dress on the arm seems to need
but the finger to indent it. The figure at
the bottom Of the robe, the rutile At the
neck, the fur lining on the dress, the em-
broidery of the satin, the cluster Of lilly
and leaf and rose in her hand, the poise Of
her body rs she seems to come sailing out
OF the sky, her face calm, humble, besuti-
full, but yet and-attest the genius Of the
sculptor and the beauty of the heroine he
celebrates. Looking up through the riffs
OF the coronet that encircles her brow,
could see the sky beyond, the great heav-
ems where all woman's wrongs shall be
righted and the story of endurance and
resignation shall be told 10 all the ages.
The rose and the lilly in the hand Of
Josephene will never drop their petals. The
children of God, whether they suher on
earth, in palaces, or in novels, shall come
to that glorious rest, oh heaven, sweet
heaven! at thy gate We set down all our
burdens and griets. This place will be
full. Here there are vacant chairs at the,
hearth, and at the table, but there are no
vacant chairs in heaven. The crowns all
worn; the thrones all mounted.
Some talk of heaven as though il were q
very handsome church, where q few favor
ed spirits would come in and sit down on
finely cushioned seats all by themselves,
and sing psalms to oil eternity. No, no.
II saw great multitude that no man
could number, standing before the throne
He that talked with me had golden
reed 10 measure the city, and 1t was
twelve thousand turlongs" is fifteen
hundred miles in circumference. All!
heaven is not little colony, at one corner
of Gods dominion, where mans en-
trance depends upon
WHAT KIND OF CLOTHES
he has on his back, and how much money
he has in his purse; hut vast empire
God grant that the light Of that blessed
world may shine upon "a in our last mo-
ment.
The toughest time We had in crossing
the ocean was at the mouth Of Liverpool
harh0r We arrived ut nightfall and were
obliged to lie there till the morning, wait
ing for the rising Of the tide, before we
could go up to the city. How the vessel
pitched and writhed in the water! SO
sometimes the last illness Of the Christian
is struggle. He is almost through the
voyage. The waves of temptation toss his
soul, hut he waits for the morning At
last the light dawns, and the tides Of joy
rise in his soul, and he sails up and casts
anchor within the veil
Is thy heart right? What question can
compare with this in Importance?
1t is business question. Do you not
realize that you will soon have 10 90 out Of
that store, that you will soon have 10 re-
sign that partnership, that soon among all
the millions Of dollars worth of goods that
are sold in New York you will not have
the handling of yard of cloth, or pound
OF sugar, or a penny-worth Of anything;
that soon II conhagration shonld start at
Central Park and sweep everything TO the
Battery, il would not disturb you; that
soon if every cashier should abscond and
every insurance company should fail, II
would not effect you? What are the Ques-
tions that stop this side the grave COM
pared with the questions that reach be
yond il? Are you making losses that are
TO be everlastiDgp Are you making pur-
chases for eternity? Are you jobbing for
time when you might he wholesnling for
eternity? What question of the store is
50 broad at the base, and 30 altitudinous,
aud so overwhelming as the question, "Is
thy heart rigbt?"
Or IL il a domestic question? L. IL
something about father, or mother, or
companion, or SOD, or daughter that you
think IL
COMPARABLE WITH THIS QUESTION
in Importance? Do you not realize that
by universal and ineIOrable law all these
relations will be broken upS Your father
will he gone, your mother will be gone,
your companion will be gone, your child
will be gone, you will be gone, and then
this supernal question will begin to har-
vest its chief gains, or deplore its worst
losses, roll up into its mightiest magni-
tude, or sweep its vast circles. What diff
ference now does it make TO Napoleon III.
whether he triumpbed or surrendered at
Sedanp Whether he lived at the Tuileries
or at Chiselhurst? Whether he was En-
peror or exile? They laid him out In his
coffin in the dress of Field Marshal Did
that give him any better chauce for the
next world than if he had been laid out In
a plain shroud? And soon to US
W01t VIII De tue ulucIeuCc Wuctucf
in this world we rode or
walked, were bowed TO or maltreated,
were applauded or hissed at, were well
coined in or kicked out, while laying hold
Of every momerlt Of the great future, and
burning in sll the splendor or grief, and
overarching and undergoing al time and
all eternity, is the plain, simple, practical,
thrilling, agonizing, overwhelming ques-
ton, 'Is thy heart right?" Have you
within you a repenting heart, an expect
ant heart? II not, I must write upon
your soul what George WhiteHeld wrote
upon the window.pane with his diamond
ring. He tarried in an elegant house over
night, bat found that there was no God
recognized in that house. Before he Left
bis room 10 the morning, with his ring he
wrote upon the window pane, Zone thing
thou lackest." After the gnest was gonc,
the housewife came up and looked at tie
window, and saw the inscription, and
called her husband and her children; and
God, through that ministry Of the window.
glass, brought them all TO Jesus. Though
you may to-day be surrounded by
COMFORTS AND LUxCgIEs,